samedi 9 février 2008
Lepidopterous
Elation,
dance of butterfly
Nights
where life seems a rush
Your smile
is wet with desire
And your
eyes gleam out your longing
Exhilaration,
flit in gloom
You get
closer in the moonbeam
I feel the
movement of your breath
The
touching quiver of your silk
Ephemera
delight of blaze
When your
wings skim over my flame
I feel your
rebellion
Your
rapture and your sin
You fall
dead in my glass
Like a
magnet in wine
Doom’s for
you, pain’s for me
Both as
soon felt as forgotten.
And I ask
my neighbour
Who is
staring at me
Clean
glass, would you?
Mine reeks
death of heaven
And I still
feel thirsty.
First published in Poetic Diversity May 06
